Chapter 179: Northern Yuan Shock and Terror

The ferocity erupted by Tuo Tuo Bu Hua in anger has now turned into an iron Great Wall lying ahead……

Over three hundred baggage wagons were urgently pushed onto Jia Jing's advance route, linked end to end, forming five crescent-shaped wagon lines.

The wagon bodies were heavy, their wheels sunk half a foot into the mud; because time was urgent, there was no time to fully load the compartments with boulders.

Instead, they were piled with some boulders, grain and fodder, arrows, and even several wagons of iron pots, all bound tight with coarse rope.

Although there were no iron chains between the wagons, the gaps were extremely narrow, allowing only a person to pass sideways.

Behind each gap squatted ten Northern Yuan soldiers wielding long hook blades; the blades were five feet long, specially used to hook horse legs and cut horse tendons.

"Han General!" a Northern Yuan Army commandant of a thousand shouted hoarsely from behind the wagon formation.

"You can charge, can't you? Come on! Let's see how your horse gets through!" the commandant's face full of smugness.

As long as the Han general is trapped here and cannot advance further, he will eventually be worn to death.

Before the commandant's words had finished, the Red Hare Horse had already charged to within three zhang of the first wagon line.

Jia Jing glanced—over three hundred wagons, packed tightly, like an iron dam.

If it were ordinary cavalry, they would either detour or dismount to climb, only to be pierced into a sieve by the hook-blade troops.

But he is no ordinary cavalryman.

He leapt from his warhorse, charging straight forward, and gave a cold shout:

"Don't get too excited too soon!"

Only a "whoosh" was heard—a deep yet sharp whistling sound—and the first huge baggage wagon suddenly leapt up from the ground.

Jia Jing's tall, stalwart figure reappeared in the eyes of Tuo Tuo Bu Hua and the others behind.

And that wagon, laden with grain and stones and weighing over a thousand jin, was lifted by Jia Jing's Longdan Bright Silver Spear in his hand.

"Go!" Jia Jing bellowed, and the arm holding the wagon swung violently.

The enormously heavy baggage wagon suddenly rose into the air and came crashing down heavily into the midst of the Northern Yuan Army formation behind.

"Gulp!" Ba Ya'er swallowed again, his body went limp, he almost fell from his horse, still muttering in disbelief:

"This... this actually... can be lifted and flown!"

You know this baggage wagon weighs over a thousand jin; to lift it into the air would take several thousand jin of strength—don't even think about it without that.

Yet the Han general did it right before their eyes, and it seemed so easy, handled with ease and to spare.

This is no longer human strength, but demonic power.

And the Northern Yuan Army soldiers were equally shocked, until their heads were shrouded in shadow.

Accompanied by the whistling sound of tearing air, cries of despair rose from within the Northern Yuan Army formation.

"Run!"

"It's coming down!"

"Ah!"

Dozens of Northern Yuan soldiers caught in the shadow had no time to take even half a step before being smashed by the falling wagon into a pile of minced meat.

Not only were they killed outright by being crushed, but even more terrifying were the fragments of that wagon.

The shattered planks and wheel fragments, carrying the immense force of over a thousand jin from their impact from above, flew outward like artillery shells, knocking down the Northern Yuan Army in a wide radius of several zhang.

All of this happened in the flash of flint and spark.

Before the Northern Yuan Army could react, Jia Jing had already reached the second blocking wagon.

His Longdan Bright Silver Spear probed out, slipped between the wagon's wheels, then he thrust with both arms, flinging the over-thousand-jin wagon once more into the Northern Yuan Army behind.

This time, to maximize casualties, Jia Jing changed direction.

Then the third wagon. The fourth. The fifth……

Jia Jing made five successive lifts, each lift sending a wagon flying.

Each wagon he lifted and hurled into the Northern Yuan Army behind drew a chorus of wails, blood spraying, and dozens of Northern Yuan soldiers met untimely deaths.

The five iron walls formed by three hundred wagons were, in less than the time to finish a cup of tea, pierced by him with a gap forced open.

The Red Hare Horse leapt through the gap, following Jia Jing, and continued onward.

Behind the wagon formation, that commandant stood dazed in place, his knife dropped to the ground, forgotten to be picked up.

As Jia Jing swept past him, he casually lashed out with his spear, flinging the commandant away to crash into the chaotic troops ten zhang distant.

The Northern Yuan Army's central banner was now less than eight hundred paces from Jia Jing.

At this moment, the Northern Yuan Army's vanguard facing Jia Jing had been made fearful by his killings; each felt scalp tingling, backs drenched in cold sweat, faces showing terror and shock.

Some were so frightened by the wagons falling from the sky that they wet their pants.

Even though Tuo Tuo Bu Hua had ordered the beheading of anyone who retreated, they could not care less—being beheaded would be preferable to fighting this Han Army demon god.

The Northern Yuan Army ahead began to collapse repeatedly, scattering to the sides; few dared to block Jia Jing's path forward.

And behind Jia Jing, the onlookers Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, Ma Guocheng, and others stared agape; seeing Jia Jing lift the wagons, they were so startled they nearly fell from their horses.

"My goodness! Is this still human?" Ma Guocheng shouted strangely.

"My lord, he's getting fiercer and fiercer—he actually flung that over-thousand-jin wagon straight up! Is this still human?"

"Brothers, get ready; we'll press forward—I see the Northern Yuan Army's morale collapsing, defeat is not far off!" Niu Jizong bellowed.

By now he had come to believe that Jia Jing could breach the enemy formation, slay generals, and seize their banner.

At the same time, the two thousand Han Army light cavalry were also greatly heartened, regarding Jia Jing as a heavenly deity, and even hoping to immediately take up arms and join the fight.

Upon hearing Niu Jizong's order, everyone immediately eased their horses forward several hundred paces toward the Northern Yuan Army.

Only then did Tuo Tuo Bu Hua finally recover a little from his heart‑pounding shock.

Seeing Jia Jing mount his warhorse again and gallop straight for the central banner, he couldn't help but break out in a fine cold sweat on his head.

In his eyes, Jia Jing now seemed like a demon god; the inner turmoil he caused far surpassed the shock of the Northern Yuan Army's casualties.

"Just what is this Han general—man or ghost? How could such a terrifying person truly exist?"

Tuo Tuo Bu Hua, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, spoke in a startled voice, word by word.

He truly was unwilling to retreat just like that when the situation was so favorable; clearly Yu Lin Cheng was right before his eyes, clearly it was a great advantage, how could it be ruined by a single person?

And beside Tuo Tuo Bu Hua, Ba Ya'er at this moment was trembling with fear, his face ashen, his expression extremely panicked.

He wanted to persuade Tuo Tuo Bu Hua to retreat quickly, but he couldn't get the words out—not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout 'Stop that warrior!', but no sound came out.

He gripped the precious sword at his waist, wanting to spur his horse to retreat, but he found his hand shaking so much he could not hold the hilt.

He simply lacked the years of tempering that Tuo Tuo Bu Hua had from a life of war and campaigns; when victorious and smooth sailing, he could chat and laugh freely.

But now, with his life threatened, he came to know what fear is.

At this moment, fear was like an icy hand, gripping his heart tightly, so tightly that he could not breathe.